Shannon & Open
Again she let her daughter talk her into joining a group activity. But this time she felt more prepared to handle it. Shannon felt nowhere near perfect, not queen material, but she figured she could handle the ragtag group of do-gooders that Katherine aligned herself with. It was important to her daughter. It seemed almost as important to Loki, though she didn't know why.
Shannon did not dress for comfort, no. Not that the dress she wore was uncomfortable, it was. But it was hardly cotton and denim. Green silks that could have come from Asgard hung from her shoulders and gathered at her waist.
Unlike the last one, she did not stand on the outskirts and hide among the shops. No, she mingled closer to the center wine goblet in hand, and people watched.